Quotes About Transition

Part of it was because I didn't know where this journey was taking me and I was scared, and part of it was due to the loss I was starting to feel inside

This will sound ridiculous, I guess, but my life had started to feel so stagnant, like it was atrophied. Everything shrunk down to the roles I played. I had loved doing them, Dee, I really had, but they were drying up, and they weren't really me.

But frankly, it may not be possible to completely avoid the clash of feelings that accompanies powerful transitions. Sometimes the exchange may be calm and fruitful, but often it's a wild taxi ride.

It is the necessity of loss.

The life you're living can be torn apart like Osiris's and a new one pieced together. Some of you might die and a new self will rise up to take it's place.

When you're in the midst of initiation, when your "old" womanhood is dying away, you may think you'll be stuck in the dying place forever. You cannot see beyond it. It is hard to keep moving, to put one foot in front of the other, because they are always landing on some new and unfamiliar plot of ground, and half the time that place is a swamp. For weeks I'd been walking in swamps, feeling lost. I didn't know which way to go next.

So. It was not I who would leave her, as I'd thought, but she who would leave me.

I felt like I was dissolving. A dandelion going to seed.

Think of it, she'd said. Some part of you might die and a new self will rise up to take its place.

Some part of you might die and a new self will rise up to take its place.

On the Churchgate train, past Charni Road station as it sees the sea, past the gymkhanas—Islam, Catholic, Hindu, Parsi—as the shacks fade away, Bombay becomes a different city, an earlier city, a beautiful city. All of a sudden there is the blue sky and the clear water of Marine Drive, and everybody looks toward the bay and starts breathing.

Un viento diurno cesará al anochecer, un viento nocturno cesará al amanecer.

La ira puede cambiar con el tiempo a alegría; el enojo puede ser reemplazado por el contento.

Don't be surprised if your mind plays tug-of-war between wanting to do something new and wanting to go back to the familiar. It is a natural human reaction to resist change. At first, remind yourself to keep an open mind, even if you don't like the new activity. Tell yourself, "Give it a try" and "Stick with it.

But today when I am 17 and warm and well fed, I'm keeping this journal for myself so I can always remember life as we knew it, life as we know it, for a time when I am no longer in the sunroom.

Even in good times we didn't socialize with most of our neighbors. Mom says when she was growing up she did, but so many of the old families have moved out and new people moved in and neighborliness has changed. Now being a good neighbor means minding your own business.

But today, when I am 17 and warm and well fed, I'm keeping this journal for myself so I can always remember life as we knew it, life as we know it, for a time when I am no longer in the sunroom.

For that tiny instant, I was every 16-year-old in history, not knowing what the skies foretold about my future.

already starting to forget what normal life felt like, clocks

Goodbye Darcy, goodbye Jean, goodbye stone cottage, scratchy towels, fields of wildflowers; good bye gorgeous Peak District ... OK English People, for your own good, get off the roads, here we come!

So perhaps it was her grief I felt as I gazed on this child not mine, and not even much of a child anymore. Grief not for him, nor for Martha exactly, but for all my lost selves, which I liked to imagine were still somehow there, waiting for my return. But those selves were long gone. I would never be younger again. This was so simple it went without saying, but unsaid, one could try to forget it.

I always knew I was one of the ones who would leave.

I couldn't let you believe we'd keep going, when we'd already lasted too long.

So the shortest day came, and the year died